After My Rebirth, I Healed the Alpha No More
Today, five years later, I walked through the market in the neutral territory of the werewolf kingdom as the Luna of the Silverwood Pack, my Alpha by my side.
"The wares at this stall are so strange," I said, stopping to look at a pile of so-called 'salves' made from a haphazard mix of mud and weeds.
Ethan's arms wrapped around my waist from behind, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder. His voice was warm with amusement. "What is it, my chief healer? Found some counterfeit goods that need regulating?"
I leaned back against his warm chest, soaking in the constant, steady peace I had known for five years.